like lava dripping down a rusty gutter.
We thought we had the world on a string,
always twisting the gossamer coils in our favor.
Oh, the nerve.
Then those crackly coils were flung
with reckless abandon. and our world-
plucked from the frenzy of the present-
was sent spinning like a grenade in the night.
Slipping through the crystalline cracks
between the perpetual nightmare of hate
and the electric undertow of love.
Our thin crust of security crumbled down,
left us surrounded by elephantine nothingness,
helpless as a feather fighting the pull of quicksand.
The incredulous stare of surprise as we turned
from brilliance to blackness in the blink of an eye.
Everything falls apart- our hourglass world
flipped over, begin anew.
Hope dangles just out of reach.
But time will bring all things to light.
1 comment:
I like the voice of the narrator. She sounds like you looking through your third eye. It is a very nice voice, wise and detached. And the images she sees are profound and interesting. I love the diction. I wonder which parts are Warren's? I hear you hear more than him. Excellent work. - elmeer
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